#I suck at gifs

[puppyeared]

made this while watching ep 1 of dunmeshi

[intotheelliwoods]

he fell.....

[eddiediaaz]

favorite 9-1-1 moments ↳ 31/? ✦ tommy and the 118 in 7.03 - capsized

[screampied]

gojo buys you new lipgloss so you can smear it all over his dick later.

he’d be sitting manspread with that dumb sly grin. cerulean irises of his avert towards your pretty plump lips. he brings a thumb towards your bottom lip, pulling it down before speaking in a playful raspy tone. “so shiny. look at that mouth.” and he squeezes your lips together before watching you dig your knees into the ground, preparing to start. your lips part, formulating on what to say next before gojo cuts you off with a snicker. “ah. no talking, princess. save that for later.”

you’d nearly moan, glancing down at his tip that was stood tall right in front of your face — a perfect view. so thin and lengthy, he had girth for miles.

gojo intakes a single breath the moment he feels you give his tip a sweet kiss. a sweet little, ‘mwah’ left from your glossed lips, and you repeat it because you watch how gojo’s demeanor suddenly changed.

your lip gloss started to coat the frenulum part of his length, and he could only imagine what it’d be like once he was fully down your throat. “fuck,” he’d rasp out, momentarily swirling your tongue against his leaky tip. gojo then maintains a grip on the crown of your head, spreading his legs just a tad bit more. “yeah. just like that,” and then he strokes the outline of your jaw, his left thigh starting to bounce. “now, open nice ‘n wide for me. stick out that tongue too. heh. don’t be shy girl, ‘s just me.”

he was so gentle with his strokes against your jaw, slender fingers making contact with your skin.

you whine, feeling yourself throb between your legs. he leers intently as you sink your throat down on his cock.

it was sweet at first, how you lightly parted your lips — slowly taking him in your mouth.

not even milliseconds go by and saliva starts to trickle past your lips. he groans, feeling the warmth of your throat swallow him. once he reaches the roof of your mouth, you briefly gag, lashes fluttering as you look up at him.

“it’s okay princess,” he says with a hint of tease behind his tone. “get it wet f'r me. love me a wet ‘n sloppy m-mouth.”

you’re munching at first, gradually taking him in.

he grows abnormally quiet—watching your every move, he slips off a sweet moan the moment he feels your tongue swirl over his frenulum for the umpteenth time.

he was forevermore incredibly sensitive there.

it made him kiss his teeth with his head going marginally back. your wet mouth, he starts heaving and heaving. by this point, it was no point for him to suppress his moans. especially with a tongue as sloppy as yours.

“mhm,” he breathes, and your throat was entirely filled with nothing but his thick inches. you bring a hand towards his base, softly massaging his hefty balls and he lets off an even louder moan. it comes out to a mere whine though, muttering out a, “f-fuck. handsy girl. keep— keep touchin’ me there. see what happens.”

it’s cute on how he’s trying to keep up his tough facade, yet he’s no match. the outer parts of your lips skim all against the edges of his dick. you feel a few veins that coated on his shaft throb on your tongue.

gojo pulls out for a second, smacking his fat tip on your tongue, smearing his cock all over your lips.

he swallows, watching how your lip gloss runs all over his cock head now. his breathing hitches, and with a cute tap on the side of your cheek, you open up your mouth again and he eases right back in.

“such a sloppy girl,” he groans, lapping your tongue against his tip again. his pre-cum, the few remnants that resided at least tasted bitter. a mixture of sweet and bitterness—you reach down to play with yourself but it’s like gojo already knew. “don’t even,” and your hand comes to a halt. he moves strands away from your face before watching you bobble your head up and down, up and down in an orderly fashion. “leave her alone. she’ll get some attention soon too, don’t worry baby.”

the pout you give him after being denied to touch yourself he snickers. you place your hand back down, and even to near his base. it was all smothered with the sheeny material of your lip gloss.

gojo’s head tilts back, feeling himself getting closer and closer towards the edge. you’re fondling with his base in the process.

you took him fully, breathing through your nose. after each sloppy downward stroke—you start to seep throat for a few seconds, strands of spit running down your chin and decorating your chest. it was such a sight, a picture he’d probably envision in his mind for the rest of his life. your plump lips thrashed roughly near his abdominal wall. just right above the head of his dick.

every few seconds, you pause to take a fresh gasp of air. your tongue wriggles against his tip, a soft thumb stroking against his sack before he whines.

“g-gonna cum,” he whimpers, his voice sweet and pitchy. gojo’s cock starts to swell. all stiff and full of nothing but prepared cum for you. he couldn’t wait to paint the back of your throat with his color, the thought made him swallow hard. your timing was perfect, stroking his balls and focusing all your attention of his cock. his pretty white lashes flutter and his abs that hide underneath his shirt tightens. “ba—by..” he croaks out in a horse voice, and once he came it was so much. his ears rang and your lips wrapped around his dick perfectly.

the minute gojo came, his cock’s buried a in your throat — your maw was dangled open, and you happily remained there while he filled your mouth.

pretty hooded eyes stared at you, and he’s got a grip on your head still, ropes of velvety cum trickling into your mouth. it shoots out real slow, you pause, breathing through your nose once more before waiting until his done. then you swallow, a small gulp before lolling out your tongue to show him.

“such a nasty good g-girl,” he stammers, giving your head an abrupt head pat. gojo’s huffing and puffing before he strokes his dick right in front of your face, feeling the slickness all around it. “your lip gloss. ‘s everywhere. heh. definitely worth the fifteen dollars.”

[paramorefold]

The Only Exception (2010)

Still Into You (2013)

Hard Times (2017)

Thick Skull (2024)

BONUS: Now (2013)

[volatilemask]

P RANK QUOTA REACHED

[frodo-baggins]

“In this hour, I do not believe that any darkness will endure.”

20 years of The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King (released in the US December 17 2003)

[dindjarism]

This isn't about good or bad. This is about power... and who is allowed to use it. STAR WARS: THE ACOLYTE (Official trailer) June 4, 2024

[baskeigh-ball]

Hey I just want to say that I love your Mind Swap AU, and I have a question, does April know or do the guys hide it from her?

aaa ty! i'm glad you're enjoying it :D

And yes, they definitely try to hide it at first, just to avoid the "you're all idiots, how did you even manage to end up in this situation" lecture that would surely follow. Which they succeed at!

...for about fifteen seconds, anyway.

[kittanthalos]

#softies

[reunitedinterlude]

slutty emo phase

bonus:

[ayo-edebiri]

The third kiss was, like, amazing.

The princess diaries (2001) // Heartstopper (2022 -)

[gunsatthaphan]

👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻.

[leclercstarrs]

protecter, daryl dixon.

summary: in which your daughter gets curious about you and daryl’s relationship after he continues to protect the two of you!

warnings: obviously reader has a kid, fem!reader, and this is not yet proof read!

notes: requested by anon, hope this finds you well bby!

The prison is gone. The governor destroyed it and everything in it’s path, leaving it for the dead to make their new home. Now, the group is separated, everyone off with their own smaller group, hoping to reunite and find each other again.

You, fortunately, got split off with your daughter, who you never would’ve left, and Daryl. The three of you are somewhere in the forest, surrounding a small fire, eating scraps of the rabbit the man killed.

“Here, want some more?” You offer your daughter some more of your share of the rabbit meat, making sure she’s not going hungry for the night. “No, she can have some of mine.” Daryl insists, gently pushing your hand back down, instead offering the little girl some of his share. “I’m full.” Your daughter rejects the offer, brushing her hands off on her pants, “Ya sure?” He asks again. She nods in response.

“Okay, let’s go to sleep.” You move towards your daughter and give her your sweater, leaving you in a tank top. It’s a cold night, but she’s your priority at the moment, so you help her put on the clothing. “Night, mommy.” She mumbles, pausing for a second and patting the wood chips and dirt down, then lying down. “Goodnight, Daryl.” The girl adds. You glance at him, admiring his smile at your daughter.

Your daughter sits up, scanning her surroundings. It’s still dark out, she couldn’t sleep. “Mommy.” She whispers, attempting to wake you up. Your currently sleeping next to Daryl, his arms wrapped around your waist, soft snores escaping from his lips. “Mommy.” The young girl shakes you again. “What’s wrong?” Daryl shoots up when he hears your daughter’s voice, immediately grabbing his crossbow that’s next to him, turning back to face her. “I couldn’t sleep.” She says. “Oh.” Daryl places the weapon back down, carefully shuffling around to sit next to the girl, deciding to let you get some more rest.

“What’s keeping ya up?” He asks your daughter, receiving a shrug in response. “

Are you scared?” Daryl tries a different approach to his question.

She shrugs.

“Okay.” He pauses, starting to feel awkward in the silence, deciding to pick a small flower out of the ground and twirl it around in his hands. “So, you’re dating my mom?” She blurts out. Daryl’s eyes widen slightly, causing him to drop the flower, turning to face her. “What?” He replies. “I’m not stupid.” The girl pauses, “I know you like her.” She continues, teasing the older man about your relationship with him. He gets flustered, slightly blushing, “None of your business, it’s personal, adult stuff.” He scoffs, earning a laugh from her. “It became my business. You’re always protecting us, which is nice. I like you, I think you’re good for my mom. But..” She sighs, “If you ever do anything to hurt her, you won’t see the next day.” She threatens the man. Daryl shakes his head, not taking your daughter seriously, but still responding with an honest answer, “I’d never hurt her.”

[genderkoolaid]

european italians when italian americans have their own pronunciations & spellings because we are a linguistically isolated diaspora & most of our families spoke regional dialects instead of standard italian when they immigrated anyways:

[bringiton]

Lindsay Lohan as Anna Coleman FREAKY FRIDAY (2003), dir. Mark Waters